Selective Light

My family are the stars, each in exile from the sun’s grasp, from the sun’s light singing of how it can save me. But the light is a lie, a story fed to babes, repeated by children, to make them feel special. But the light is a lie, a mask worn even by those still…

Those Below

I stand here wondering if life is a choice. And I wonder what else is a choice. I wonder why people behave as if what they choose is not a choice. Why does a person practice a religion that hurts others as if it is not a choice? Why does a person practice politics that…

The Believer and the Skeptic

A believer was preaching in a park about how God created the heavens and the Earth and the animals and man. The crowd was in awe and marveled at his knowledge of all things mystical and magical. Then a skeptic stepped forward, confidently proclaiming, “That’s not how everything came to be.” Not one to step…

Not An Antonym For Straight

I’m told that I’m gay because it’s my choice. If it’s my choice to be gay, then can it be your choice to not be mean to me, to not condemn what you admit you don’t understand, and allow me to live as I am to live? I’m told that I’m gay only because it…

Inevitable

I don’t believe in evolution. man as a collective slowly kills itself. Smoking. Drinking. Drugs. Greed. Excess. Wars. Polluting the planet to a point at which no one can possibly live. If evolution is about survival, we are certainly not evolved, and those with such a strong belief in their proud theory will continue to…

God Whistle

The unique attribute of God is that God can be anything believers want. And God is in agreement with them because they are in agreement with the God they believe is correct, justifying their right actions, whatever they may be or however many people they hurt. Or, God can only encourage believers to not hurt…

Forsake

I don’t need a Lord, I yearn for a friend. Be within reach, not cloaked in mystery. Why must you break me when shadows can bend? Spare me miracles, promises descend. Save the tricks for hungry masses deceived. I don’t need a Lord, I yearn for a friend. Some come to your aid, who do…